My sister and her very wacky friend Lynda were ready to go (in my dream they looked ten years old... so cute), but they needed a third member. You can't just have Bell and Biv and no Devoe. So I reluctantly agreed to do it. I was in the shower getting ready, but thinking, "This isn't a PRIZE!! It's TORTURE!!!!" I don't want to dance on stage!!! Second place is so much better!
Here, my dream ended, but without understanding the moral of the story. It's not the things that you can buy that are important, it's the EXPERIENCES you gather through life.
Screw experience! I'd rather half a mil!

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